Dream log - 9-28-2004

I was with some friends during a camp outing on Point Loma's campus looking for a place to play basketball when we stumbled across a court that was covered in water. We played for a while, just shooting around, until a friend of mine stopped by and we started talking about how he's heard about the secret mummy in the bottom of the Louvre Tomb, but he's never actually seen it. I realized "oh, I left my suitcase there behind one of the mummy tombs, and I haven't been there in a while, I'd like to go." So we left and showed up downstairs in a place that looked like a mixture of the Pantheon and the tombs from Indiana Jones and the search for the holy grail. We walked around looking at the different statues and modern art, it was very nestalgic - I remembered everything from my trip to Europe, until we came upon a sarcophagus that was pushed to the side and a door behind it. We walked through and I found my suitcase with the papers that I needed behind one of the mummy's sarcophagus. From there I agreed to go back to a room, that was underground, and talk to my friends for a while. My suitcase was suddenly my backpack and in it I had my wallet, keys, laptop computer with transparent powering dock, cell phone, and books. They all wanted to see my different items so one friend took the laptop and started walking in to the kitchen. I followed him holding the transparent powering dock and said asked if his was transparent. Nope! I went back in and realized in the meantime the other people in the room (not sure who any of them were - Steven Charles may have been one - a guy from elementary school) had stolen everything else in my backpack. So I got really pissed and started yelling until they gave it back. They kept trying to steal stuff as I was standing there, but I caught them each time. Suddenly I was in a bed and I realized we needed to move the trailer/mobile home. I woke up my mom and told her. So we moved it to a curb that was near Eldon Lyon Park in Bethany, OK and parallel parked it so we could sleep some more. My dad had to go to 7-eleven that was around the corner (really it is) and get something, but we all stayed in the trailer. Next thing I know we were preparing for a hiking trip and a bonfire. Matt, someone else, and I went out on the top of the mountain to scout out an area to make a bonfire the next night, but the area they chose had a trail that was WAY too steep to be carrying backpacks and lumber, but they didn't care. I walked up the other side of the trail, where it was snowing, and found a great view of the mountains and down into the valley. There was snow everywhere. I was standing there enjoying the scenery when Scott Regester (youth pastor from BFC) started shooting a Nerf gun at my head. Haha! I loved it! I grabbed the Nerf bullets and threw them back at him. Then we were in the house at the bottom of the mountain, asleep again. We woke up and it was only my family there this time. I remember there was an elevator to the basement. My brother was acting really crazy and kind of mad - then he was flying a prop plane around in the sky. Of course I had to call the Air Force on him, so they came and chased him down. I followed the dog fight for a while, pointing out where he was flying to the different F-16's and helicopters that stopped in front of the house (it was night time so hard to see) until I noticed Drew's plane wasn't around anymore. I went inside to do laundry and then saw one of the Air Force pilots. "Did you get him?" "Well kind of - we had to shoot his plane down with an adrenaline shot." "Oh, well ya, of course." Suddenly I heard Drew fighting one of the other pilots in one of the other rooms in the house. "Why can't this entire room be a color?!!?" running in to another room "OR THIS ONE?!?" Then my brother burst in the back room where I was folding his sleeping bag, ran over to Dusty's cage (his rabbit from 7th grade), got in the cage with Dusty, and then came out with the rabbit. The adrenaline shot that shot down his plane had made him really really hyper and he had been running around town getting tattoos of extremely vibrant colors on his chest and arms. He was deciding on what tattoo to get next then ran out of the room (after putting the rabbit back) into the hall. I then told the pilot standing by me he'd better watch out because "Drew knows karate - he's a brown belt and is hoping to get his black belt very soon." And he is..... and he is.